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Open The Gate
03:30
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1. Open the Gate
Here comes a war and we are sailing through the night
We are the beggars of the sea
We got a task, a plan, a duty to fulfill
Something to conquer, you will see
We reach the land and all brave men get off the boats
It is our voyage to The Brill
We know no fear, or something silly of that kind
All men inside, them them slay we will
Open The Gate!
It's rather cold, but soon it will be much too hot
Especially for the ones inside
We'll hit the gate and metal cracks the massive wood
Inside we will, we'll get inside
We're called the beggars and we are proud of such a name
We're under orange command
All that we ask for, is to open up that gate
So we can get inside The Brill
Open The Gate!
It's rather cold, but soon it will be much too hot
Not only for the ones inside
We'll have to get ourselves inside these heavy walls
And sure we'll conquer all The Brill
We're called the beggars and we're proud of such a name
We're under Orange's command
All that we ask for is to open up that gate
Inside we will, inside we will
Open The Gate!
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Soulkiller
04:34
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2. Soul killer
You can see these people gather
They're coming from far
They've heard a new leader has come
To teach and help them
To save their souls
From sins and evil
From sickness and death
You see these people
Want to get out of their trouble
See the light and live on free
So know they listen to new leaders
They teach and help them
And save their souls
Soul savior is a soul killer
Salvation is a fate
These people want some
Of these new religions
To tell them what is good
And exactly what is bad
'Cause they themselves
Are much to stupid
To appreciate what it's worth
They have
Now here you see these are new messiahs
Who want to tell
'Bout a thing called truth
They're new priests
Of new earth and new heaven
Tellin' about your life
But especially about your death
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Bastards
03:35
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3. Bastards
The son of the mob
Will never listen to advice
He goes his own way anyhow
It is the one who sucks the blood
From under your nails
It is the one who hits you twice
Bastards,
Now we know what we are
The daughter of mob
Will make you feel that you're a fool
She makes her own decisions now
It is the one who makes the blood
Boil in your veins
It is the one neglecting all the rules
The kids of the mob
Will take this world all by themselves
They know they're bastards anyway
And bastards is another word
For you and me
It is the title for us all
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Horrible Dolls
04:32
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4. Horrible dolls
There is a night I wonna tell you about
I laid down in a mercyfull sleep
Sudden I wake up from this peacefull sleep
Because of a frightening cry
My head was not clear enough, by that time
To realize what it had been
A sudden movement in a corner of the room
I couldn't see things at first sight
Horrible Dolls get closer
Horrible Dolls are near
Horrible Dolls get to close
Horrible Dolls, Horrible Dolls
Here in my new house in a corner of the room
Wich is filled with devilish air
There is a staring of many evil eyes
The staring is at me for sure
Then at that moment I should have realized
That living things there
Were my dolls
So now I know what a frightmare can be
It came to me out of the dark
Since there's a black doom
Hanging in my room
The house is filled with rotten smell
I feel a cold strong hand caressing in my back
A whisper turnes into a yell
Even now I write this to you
A dark shade is over my desk
While the room now smells
Of so much fresh blood
I feel they are twisting my neck.
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Growing Power
05:28
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5. Growing Power
Being made is being born
Don't underestimate these works
Electricity the main source
That makes that it works well
Hard iron cold steel
Its body's made of metal parts
Inside a billion chips buzz
Although its heart is cruel and cold
It's an unknown power
It's an ongoing power
It's growing by the hour
It's a power
And it's growing by the hour
Heard was a class
Seen was a flash
And only few could tell still
Is it a friend or is it a foe?
While future kills or it will be killed
This metal menace grows
So alien so active
Future's cold and past is old
And fire is sperm from hell
Somewhere in the darkest
Deepest part of this machine
An unknown power 's growing
A creature no one's seen
It will grow out to be a bunch of
Some kinda hungry metal beasts
It will turn out to be a bunch of
Hungry beasts of destruction.
No one born of men will survive.
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Massgrave
03:52
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6. Mass Grave
There's no way back
These lives would have ended anyway
They're still together
But there's no talking anymore
The deed is done
And they're finally on there last way
They will be together eternally
But will they silence forever?
Massgrave Masters of massgrave day
Massgrave masters of war
The act is completed
The deed is completely done
There's nothing wrong
We're going strong, we're going on
The slaughter's here, it's massgrave day
The end of the path shows a light
But there's no mercy in it
Just like the fire's from heaven
It's like the signals up from hell
They're living their last lives
The masters will massacre these pour souls
They live their final days
The slaughter
Will reach them soon
The end of the path shows a light
Pity there's no mercy in it
It's like a fire from heaven
It's like a signal up from hell
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7. |
The Beauty & The Teeth
05:21
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7. Beauty and the teeth
The rather slow and grey days of my childhood
Were enlighted by here presence of my illness
Was enlightned by her laughter
She was so fine, she was so warm
Her beauty was so majestic and great
She had the face of an angel of hope to me
It was so heavenly and pale
Berenice give me your teeth
Berenice, please
Then she got ill and faded fast
Her beauty turned into sickening ugliness
While her state of mind got worse and worse
I was in the worst of states myself
All that remained of her heavenly beauty was
A set of teeth in her glorious mouth
32 gorgious, precious little tombstones
laughed at me in a horny horror
How obsessed I was, by what she possessed
But what caused awful state of shock?
What was it that frightened me so much?
Was it the voice of my dear conscience?
The smell of wet clothes covered with mud?
The feel of wet hands covered with blood?
Or is it the sight of that precious little box
That just fell from the table to the floor???
(Berenice appears courtesy of Mr. Edgar Allen Poe)
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Glory Gone
05:45
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8. Glory gone
It seems so, it's so long ago now
Once there was a time, a day, I remember well
The olden, golden days of new life
It's something I must and I can and I'll never forget
The people were proud
The tribe was a mighty one
Though I was young, very young, I remember well
There was a truth, a one truth a mighty truth
And we were many, so many, so many I'll never forget
I'll never forget Bitter wind
Howling now over the desserted plains
The scorching fire
Burning out all of the starving eyes
Glory's gone and I know it will never return
Bitter wind killing fog.
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9. |
Get Out
06:16
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9. Get out
He used to be so lively and free
So full of feelings for the living and growing
But all you can say now is:
It's all over now
Since he was lost and found back again and people said he was
In a terrible state
Meanwhile no one knew
What had happened at all
The few ones who were related to him
Had him taken to a fine hospital room
And gave permission to examine the case
All could see there was more
Then one change
He didn't look like
He looked before
To be honest
He seemed not the same at all
Don't give up yourself get out
Don't give up yourself
You bette r get out
The colour on his face
Used to be more bright
His lively eyes used to see more light
What's more
He seemed more dead than alive
The loud tones he didn't hear
A pale smile from ear to ear
Why he was in silence
Wasn't quite clear
Came the time of his first angry attack
Killed several nurses and he strangled his doc
It was clear that something had to be done
Now he lays in his hospital bed
His clenched fists tied and a cap on his head
He don't look alive
But more just like a living dead
Here he lays in his hospital bed
His clenched fists tied and a cap on his head
He don't look alive
But just more than a living dead
With his face
Much more white than before
His eyes filled with more hate than before
He strengthened
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